lookin back. it was nice havin those memories wif dis four great girls i hab in my life. the quarells. the backstabbing and we realised tt it was all wrong. the troubles we've been thru together. the detention. the sentence tt we're most afraid of, "MRS DANAPAL COMING!" gettin a taxi early in the morning. late for skul.sharing money for cigarette butts. slackin at serangoon north. the mealworms we put in airu's locker. skipped class. shouting across the canteen as if we own the skul. bullying the lower secondary. dyeing our hair which we're not supposed to. ankle socks. insulting the teachers. shouting "HEY BITCH" to whom we hate.haha. i miss getting into trouble.
i miss HIGH SKOOL DAYS. i miss da four of them :)